Sheep...ish...ly.

I haven’t posted in a long time. Not much to post about. Well that’s all the explanation you need.

Anyway I was just thinking about life, the universe and everything. No reference intended. But seriously, I was looking up at the blue sky today, and the fluffy white clouds and thought that I’ve never really thought about how beautiful nature is before. I mean, I looked at it and I thought that it must have been created by someone… mathematical patterns can only define so much nature - the golden ratio, pi, etc. 

What defines our existance? Is it ourselves, our thoughts or our memories? What makes us US? Wipe someone’s memory and they’d be a totally different person… That’s all we are, just a bunch of memories. In fact a famous philosopher once suggested that we could all wake up every morning in a different universe with a set of memories programmed in. How do I know who I am? There are six thousand million people on this planet. Will I be one that people know? Or just part of the background? 

Our brains are highly complex. We know more about the surface of the moon and mars than the bottom of the ocean. We know more about the bottom of the ocean than we do about our brains. Our brains are so highly complex that even we cannot understand how most of them work. If they were simple, we’d be too simple to understand them. It’s a vicious paradox. More and more advances are being made in neurology, yet we still are getting more and more cases we can’t understand. For example the boy who had brain surgery and suddenly underwent a total accent change. He couldn’t undesrstand why people were looking at him funny. How could he not tell? It’s like his memory of his voice had been changed. He also forgot how to read or write.

What was there before the universe? Absolute nothing. In a vacuum you at least have some sort of energy particles locked up somehow. In a total nothingness there is no fabric of time. There is no time. Near a black hole times stops also almost to the point of zero, and some think this is how you travel inbetween the fabric of space time. How does that work? Hyperspace is a concept; yet it both exists and it doesn’t.

I cannot wrap my brain around the understanding of all around me. It’s so big and yet so small; time flies and yet passes at a snails pace while your childhood whittles away. Massive events happen thousands of miles away that you have no control over; the future changes constantly while our solar system whizzes around the galaxy at billions of miles an hour. The 11th dimension encompasses all known existance… at least to our brains, understanding and science. Tetraneutrons have been discovered, defying all laws of physics; we cannot measure something without affecting it forever. 

All this is hurting my brain; welcome to my paranoid psychotic delusional thinking pattern that is Monarch.  

That is not all.

But what is?

What can happen if you stop thinking?

Why can’t I know these things?